Jessie

AdrianErrikson
Chapter I

Jessie left the empty house behind her, climbing into her classic 66 yellow

Mustang. Backing out of the drive, she slowly drove the beautifully restored convertible through her small hometown.

Jessie was a gorgeous blonde coed just home from her freshmen year at

Arizona University. She was trim, athletic, with long legs, supple thighs, and a rounded ass that turned heads. Her hair was long, curled around her face, thick and healthy. She had a full mouth, perfectly white teeth, and eyes with an intensely beautiful dark green color. As she drove through town, every male who saw her stared. She was the perfect picture of the sex drenched young beauty that boys and men have dreamed about forever. She had the world at her beckon command, and appeared the picture of someone who had it all.

But Jessie was worried, and very afraid. As she drove, she didn't pay attention to the stares she received. Instead her mind relived the past few weeks, going over detailed memories and almost frantically seeking a way out of the dilemma she was forcing her to drive towards her destination.

Three weeks ago, Jessie had returned to her dorm room after a tennis match with a friend. Tossing her items on a chair, she quickly stripped out of her tennis skirt and shirt, standing in front of the air conditioning vent soaking up the cool air in just her panties and bra. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, she allowed the cool air to caress her soft silky skin.

Over the past year, Jessie had slowly relaxed her modesty. Though her roommate, Ashley, might walk it, she didn't care if she was in her underwear or not. It was Ashley, in fact, who had helped Jessie relax, for she usually wore only panties, not caring that her breasts were exposed to Jessie's sight. It had taken a few months, but Jessie had begun to accept Ashley's exposure, and it no longer bothered her.

Jessie noticed the packet of mail on her bed. Picking it up, she quickly tossed several pieces of junk mail before looking at the large Manila envelope. There wasn't a return address, but the postmark was from the rural

Colorado town where Jessie was from.

Curious, she opened the envelope, turning it over on her bed as she sat down, dumping the contents out to spill in a pile on her covers..

She quickly noticed there were several sheets of paper, something that looked like a spreadsheet, some official looking documents, and several B/W photos.

Jessie froze as she reached for one of the photos. It was a dirty picture.

Taken from a camera that must have been over a bed, it showed a man…a naked man lying on his back on the bed. Seated on top of him was a girl.

Though only the top of the girls head was shown, and not the face, Jessie recognized the girl. She was naked too, and it appeared that she was involved sexually with the man. And the man was…Professor Leeman, her

Humanities professor.

Jessie's heart was racing as she looked at the photo. There was no doubt but that it was Leeman. This photo didn't show who the girl was. Picking up the next photo, Jessie noticed that the girl and Professor Leeman had changed positions. She was now on her back, and the Professor had lifted and spread her legs. Jessie could actually see his cock slipping inside of the girl.

Looking at the girl, she wasn't surprised to see who it was. She had known the minute she had seen that first picture. The girl was…Jessie herself.

As she sat there staring at the photos, the images and details of that horrible day returned to her. Jessie had screwed around academically her first semester. And she hadn't done much better to start the second semester. She knew that she was failing Professor Leeman's class, and she went to see him to get some extra credit assignments. However, he rebuffed her, saying that she should have studied harder. Her parents were not happy with her grades, and she knew that another failing grade in Professor

Leeman's class could cause her parents to stop paying for her College.

Jessie had heard rumors about the Professor, and in desperation, she had offered to "do anything he wanted" if he would improve her grade. He had leered at her and said that if she accompanied him to a motel, he'd see that she passed. Jessie hadn't taken the time to think about it, but agreed. The professor had stood and taken her to his car, not giving the young coed a chance to think about what she was doing. She didn't have to change clothes, to think about her decision, or prepare herself before she found herself riding in the Professor's car to a motel at a town 20 miles from the campus.

It had been a horrible experience. After entering the room, Professor Leeman had walked in the bathroom and began urinating after telling her to "strip and get your ass on the bed". Jessie had been trembling, but did as he said, sliding under the cool covers, her body naked. Fear had made her cold and

Goosebumps had covered her skin as she waited for the older man to reappear.

The Professor had come back into the room stripping his clothes off as he came. He was only half erect as he took the covers and pulled them off of the naked girl. She tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands, but he had slapped her hands away as he stood, masturbating as he looked at her beautiful body. Jessie's eyes were huge as she turned her face away, embarrassed to see her Professor stroking his prick.

Climbing on the bed, he lay on his back and roughly ordered that Jessie mount him and "ride" him. Jessie was not a virgin, but she had only had one sexual experience, and she had been too afraid to enjoy it. She slowly sat up, and then straddled the professor, numb with shock at having placed herself in this situation. She was dry as she tried to force his prick up inside her. He became impatient, and grabbing her hips had pushed and shoved until his cock was inside her, causing her to cry out in pain.

Jessie's body mercifully began to lubricate after Professor Leeman had thrust inside her several times. For several minutes he made her rise and fall on his cock. She was still nervous and was trying to find a smooth rhythm as she rose and fell on the man.

"Damn, what a crummy lay you are!" he had finally muttered. Pushing her off him, he rolled her on to her back. Taking her legs, he spread her and again penetrated her pussy. He had been rough and Jessie had begun softly sobbing.

He started calling her the most vile names, calling her a Whore, bitch, slut, and fuckmeat. The pain began to fade as he roughly sawed in and out of her. She tried to ignore his name calling as her body began to experience tiny tendrils of pleasure.

It was then that Professor Leeman had cum inside of her. Jessie had lay still as he rested on top of her, gasping to catch his breath as his cock began softening. He pulled out of her, and walked to the bathroom again. He showered as she huddled under the blankets, feeling his cold wet sperm leaking out of her body and dribbling along her thigh.

When he came out of the bathroom, he quickly dressed. Tossing a $20 bill on the dresser, he had said "I have to get home. Here's money for a cab back to campus." He had then left the room. Jessie had cried for ten minutes after he left, feeling dirty, shamed, embarrassed, and humiliated. He had treated her like a whore. But, she told herself, she had asked for it. She had showered, taken a cab back to her dorm room and slept for the rest of the day.

Professor Leeman barely acknowledged her in class, and she had relaxed after several class periods. Apparently, he wanted nothing more from her.

She had tried to put the experience out of her mind, and it had gradually faded…until now. She looked at the other pictures and saw that in several, her face was very detailed. No one would think these were fakes.

The beautiful young girl sat on her bed, numb with shock at seeing those photos. She picked up a legal looking document and saw that it was some kind of financial summary with columns of figures. The title on the page indicated it had to do with her fathers company.

She set that aside, and picked up another official looking document. It was a police report. A report on a drug bust! Jessie felt her body grow cold and she became dizzy with fright. She had foolishly agreed to go to a party with

Chad Bush, who was notorious as a party animal and suspected drug dealer.

They had gone to a desert area and met approximately 50 others students in the cool Arizona night. There was music and dancing, and lots of drugs.

Jessie didn't do drugs and had refused all offers. But she enjoyed dancing and was having fun when the police showed up in several cars.

Jessie, like many of the other students, took off running. Many had been caught, but she got away in a carload of other students. She had waited for the police to come after her, but after several weeks, she had relaxed.

There was a highlighted portion of the police report that drew her eyes. It was about Chad's "girlfriend" who Chad has refused to identify but whom he said had provided all his drugs.

Finally, Jessie picked up the last paper, a piece of stationary, and began reading:

"Jessie…enclosed you will find (1. Photos of your "fuck for grades" liaison with Leeman, (2. a copy of the police report indicating they are looking for you, and (3. A financial report on your fathers company showing that he's been embezzling funds over the past three years. I've spent quite a bit of money hiring Investigators to research you. Professor Leeman has a penchant for fucking young coeds who are doing poorly in his classes. He takes them to the same hotel and the same room each time. It wasn't difficult to guess you'd be one of his conquests, so I had cameras installed. The police report and your father's indiscretions simply required some digging.

I am prepared to send copies of the photos to your parents, the University authorities, Mrs. Leeman, and your church pastor here in town. I will send the police report to the police along with your name, address, and anonymous confirmation that you are one of the biggest drug dealers at the University.

And of course, I'll mail a copy of the financial report implicating your father to the local DA and to his company's president.

School is out in two weeks, and you'll be home June 1st. I know that your parents are leaving on Saturday for their European "second honeymoon", and be gone for the summer. On Sunday, June 3rd at 1:00PM, you'll go to the

Ramada Inn out near the Interstate. Go to the restaurant and wait there, and

I'll contact you. Wear the blue sun dress you wore to the Awards Assembly last year; no slip, just panties and bra.

In the event that you do not obey me, copies of all this will be sent to the appropriate people at 1:05PM. This is the only contact that will be made.

The choice is yours. I expect to see you on the 3rd…G

Jessie had spent the past two weeks in a daze, her mind constantly trying to figure out a way to get out of this jam. She was terrified at the thought of possibly going to jail, of seeing her father go to jail, having those horrid pictures in the hands of her family and even her Pastor! She couldn't beg or plead, not knowing how to get in touch with her blackmailer.

The best she could hope for would be to buy him off. She had $742 in her savings account. She emptied it and converted it to a Cashiers check. She finally talked herself into believing that she would be able to make an arrangement with her blackmailer. She'd had to pay him off over time, with the Cashier's check as her down payment. But she had relaxed and told herself things would work out OK.

But as she drove to the Ramada Inn, Jessie's terror returned. She realized how helpless she was, and she was just plain scared. She had the check with her, but her confidence was crumbling by the minute. She felt like a cornered animal.

She pulled into the parking lot at the Ramada Inn. Glancing at her watch, she saw it was 12:55. She sat for a minute, screwing up her courage.

Finally, she got out of her car and walked across the parking lot. She entered the lobby and crossed it to enter the almost deserted restaurant.

There was a young family with mom, dad and two kids there. Also, an older woman in a business suit was in the back.

She picked a table by the window, feeling the eyes of the young husband and father watching her. She was used to it, and almost didn't notice him.

She knew that a blackmailer wouldn't bring his family to confront her, and she couldn't imagine that a woman would want to blackmail her like this, so she scratched those in the restaurant from her list of possible suspects.

The waitress came to her table, but she just asked for a glass of water. Her eyes were on the entrance to the restaurant, anxious to see who her blackmailer was, wondering if she knew him/her.

When the waitress returned with her water, she said "Is your name Jessie?"

When Jessie nodded, the woman pulled an envelope out of her serving pouch.

Setting it on the table, she said "This was left for you at the front desk a few minutes ago."

After the waitress left, Jessie picked up the envelope with trembling fingers. She tore it open, and inside found a piece of spandex in a loop, and a note. Taking the note, she read:

"Jessie…you've made the right choice. Take the blindfold and go to room

716. When you get there, put on the blindfold and knock on the door…G"

Jessie took a drink of her water as she thought about the note. Finally, knowing she had no choice, she sighed and left the restaurant. She rode to the seventh floor alone, stepping into the carpeted hallway. It was cool, the air conditioning keeping the temperature frigid. She made her way down the hall until she finally stood before the door with "716" on it.

She wondered if her blackmailer was looking at her through the spyhole. Her heart was pounding and more than anything she wanted to turn around and run away. She had considered doing just that. She figured she could move far away and make a fresh start. However, she knew that her family would be ruined, and her father would be sent to prison.

Taking the black spandex, she slipped it over her head, covering her eyes. it was very effective, and she was unable to make out any light at all.

Reaching out, she softly knocked on the door as she tried to control the terror in her heart.